But only for an instant. Yu Chengmu's expression quickly returned to normal, even taking on a hint of composure. He narrowed his eyes at A Biao, then turned to Jia Jinliang. "Heh. I was going to tell you later, but since Brother A Biao brought it up... very well, I'll tell you now."
As he spoke, Yu Chengmu reached into his sleeve and rummaged around for a while, before finally taking out a piece of cloth that looked like a wrapping.
The cloth was rather worn and looked gray and dingy at first glance, but Jia Jinliang's pupils contracted despite himself. From where he stood, he could just make out a golden sheen on the cloth: strands of gold thread woven into it.
"It's a burial shroud..." Jia Jinliang murmured.
Yu Chengmu smiled slightly. "Boss Jia has a good eye. But this isn't an ordinary burial shroud. It's a kasaya worn by a Buddhist monk when he passed into nirvana."
Clearly, what Yu Chengmu held was only a fragment of the kasaya.
This treasure had surely been obtained by someone in the occult trade.
But what truly interested Jia Jinliang wasn't the kasaya. It was the writing revealed once the cloth had been fully spread out.
The characters were rather indistinct, but after he managed to make them out, their contents made Jia Jinliang draw a sharp breath. "So this is the real treasure. This is the letter River Goddess had been desperately seeking."
The handwriting on the letter matched that of the one they had found at the Paper Figure Maker's home. It had been left by the paper figure Lu Jianli, and told Miss Wu to trust the person delivering it and cooperate with him in staging a fake sacrifice that was really an elopement.
After A Biao